The green of the summer feels so forlorn,
The orange of the fall waves hello.
The too long season of the past years croaks,
As we wait for the end of the winter’s snow.
The orange of the fall waves hello.
Skies that mellow the grey shadow.
As we wait for the end of the winter’s snow.
On the old present, we tie a blue bow.
Skies that mellow the grey shadow.
The too long season of the past years croaks.
On the old present, we tie a blue bow.
The green of the summer feels so forlorn.
